Discovered there is no fidelity, among men & women & animals of this being. Merely a dream

of the rood or serpent

feathers. What was promised falls into a velvet sack of this, that; kept in a garment of its

respective drawer. What dogs

learn by sniffing. Paper crumbles, water backwards flows, buzzards roost in what's left behind,

old shoes.

Sunday's parks are peopled. Tuesday there's a line at the post office, a Q. Traffic pools

at lights. Off and on,

gulls land ashore. Licorice never goes bad, except uneaten. Doll with a broken back rests

with its eyes closed.

The cemetery is walled because they don't need to see the picture show. Burning leaves,

burning, Draw-

bridge in relief. Air gets to leave the house when windows are finally broken.